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Cold was the night when I saw a dusty diary fallen on the floor next to me.I picked it up and sat reading........ That's all the diary read. I knew who the murderer was and that's when the door opened.All Rights Reserved

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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

"What is this?" he hissed inching towards me, his eyes darkened as his lips quivered. I stood dumbfounded as I stared back at the note laid in-between his fingers. A poem, it was a poem. One I had left within my daily journal, however I would've never assumed he would pry onto my privacy for such a case. Did he actually believe that I was capable of...murder? "I don't know what you are talking about." I uttered staring back at him. My voice was shaking, lips quaking as I clenched my fists. His face lightly contorted into that of disgust before he shoved the note on my chest, with force, I tippled backwards, only finding myself nestled by his bed. My chest began to pang harshly as I looked up at him. He remained livid, as a tear droplet wound its way to his cheek. It was evident through his stance and light brush of his head. However I only stared back at it, I didn't want to open it, because I knew what was in it. Dance of the Century What be this melody, That draws me in so, With naught but its beat, And my feet to it doth go? It is so familiar, So seductive, so alluring, Yet only I seem to be in tune, As others gaze upon me, fearing. Mayhap I have not forgotten, Despite my faulted upper mechanics, The dance of the century, Dance Macabre, where all must dance, Until their souls set free. - To Andrew His eyes bore into mine, as tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. "What the hell have you done." he whispered with his manner of accusation weighing heavily in the air.

THE BULLY'S CAPTIVE by selenespellbound01

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship

When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

When I got home, I had this sense of urgency overtaking me. I needed to read those diary entries and I needed to read them fast. The faster I read them, the closer I could get to Eleanor and God, did I want to be close to her. I wanted to get inside her mind and see how she worked, how she felt, how she loved. I locked my door behind me and kicked off my shoes, sitting at my desk in the corner of my apartment, by a bright window. I grabbed a piece of paper and pen, ready to take notes on what I was about to read. I would need to study them after I was done. I opened my phone to my camera roll and I swiped up until I found the first picture that I took.

"Don't move." His dark eyes narrowed slightly as suddenly, he strode and grabbed her wrist, taking advantage of her current state. She stood, her one arm striving in his hold and the other arm tightly clutching the robe, against her exposed chest. "These futile attempts aren't going to work." His thick low voice was unexpectedly soft that it sent tantalizing chills down her spine and her back went stiff as she still tried to push him to let her go, but he didn't budge. As she looked up from her wrist to his face, his lips itched themselves into a cool smile. His predatory essence fortified and grew intense as he drew her closer, making her soft chest crashed to his firm and solid one while she sought to have the robe on herself, by any means. His one leg was between her legs as his hand slid to her thighs. His fingertips trailed on her soft skin, enjoying the feeling of the warmness her body provided, despite being in the water. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that they could actually feel that crave driving them insane? He said he had always loved me, madly. From the outside, he was a dangerously attractive man. But from inside, he was a sinfully lethal and merciless monster. To keep me, he has committed uncountable sins. He chopped, and tamed the wings of my freedom, caging me in his Paradise. He completely ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ◀ | DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

A naive investigative reporter joins two detectives in the search for a notorious serial rapist and killer...all while the truth is too close to home... "Would you like to come in?" she asked, smiling shyly. On the one hand, David was pleased she had cracked, and on the other, he was disappointed she was that careless. What if I am a killer? He thought as he slightly kicked the door shut behind him with his foot. "So, how are you liking the neighborhood?" Jean asked as she led him into the kitchen. "It's...fitting." He responded, looking around. "You live alone?" he asked, eyes darting from one corner of the house to another. "Don't you get lonely? Or afraid?" he asked further. Jean stopped mid-step and turned around. "I didn't say I do." She responded. For a minute, she heard her conscience asking her to reconsider... This is a story of crime, mystery, love, and bits of romance presented in the perfect blend😋. Please remember to vote 🗳 🙏 💜. Comment, share your thoughts...don't like a chapter? Comment, see a grammar error? Comment😊 Happy with the book?comment... Enjoy!!

Jaana : The Girl He Loved Too Much by QueenVamp2610

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

Morana Barnes: Murderous Love by shadowed_bythe_dark

I froze in my place staring at him, my eyes going back and forth from him to the revolver he held in his hands. My heart thundered in my chest, tears immediately formed in my eyes. I was overwhelmed with fear as I stared at him and the evil look he held on his face. "Who was that May?" he asked. His voice was cold and dark. I didn't like it. His eyes were wide, a wild and crazy look met me as I refused to look away out of fear that he'd shoot me. "No one," I lied.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

The Mafia's Mercy

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. * "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. * My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

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